I must have dropped off to sleep as I woke up some time later but didn’t open my eyes straight away. Something had changed. Mister Pinky was vibrati...ng against one of my nipples and it wasn’t on the lowest setting any longer. It was on the highest. My fingers were being pushed into my pussy by another hand. I opened my eyes. Rick’s face was inches from my face. He had Mister Pinky in his hand and it was his other hand pushing my fingers inside my pussy. “Well, well, well. What are we up to?”. She came close to me. She brought her lips very close to mine, and then she stopped and asked, “How about some dinner first?”“You can try and cook if you want, but expect me to be distracting,” I said with a wink. She smiled and headed to the kitchen. She was getting something out of the fridge to warm up. I cut her off at the stove, but she shoved me playfully out of the way.I responded by slowly edging myself closer to her as she cooked. She didn’t resist. I brought my nose in to rest on her. Squeezed and twisted it so hard that Jesse squirmed in pain. ”Stay where you are, Jesse, or it will feel worse.” Brad offered. She began twisting and twisting his little scrotum, the way a clown twists those long balloons to make balloon animals. The pain overwhelmed Jesse, and he went down in shock. Brad carried him to a mattress in the corner, fixed his scrotum as best he could, so that circulation was restored, at least, made sure he was breathing OK, and returned to his date for the. I had to put up with the tears again when I handed her a hundred and fifty-seven pounds and fifty pence, but she'd more than earned it, and as I said earlier, I got a hell of a lot of pleasure from watching her put it into her pocket.(Thankfully, she'd changed into a pair of jeans before going to the wholesalers with me.)We ate a quick meal in the car at a Macdonald's drive through and called in at Mr. Patel's for some more lager and the cheapest champagne he'd got (mum's treat) then as she.